Beverly tied her hair up in a high ponytail, now down to her mid-back. Now more wavier than what it was before, she had grew out her fringe into a side fringe. The radio was playing Aaliyah- At Your Best (You Are Loved), she goes to her vanity and applies brown eyeshadow, black eyeliner, black mascara. She touches up on her eyeliner, and then applies her red lipstick, grinning to how pretty she actually looked and felt. She looks at the picture of Bill Denbrough and her from homecoming from freshman year. She adopted the grunge look, to now fit how she always wanted to look since she moved in with her aunt in Bangor.
She backs up from the mirror and looks at her body, checking to see if anything had grown since yesterday. She signs and reaches for her bra on the end of her bed, now a size 32 D, she puts her bra on and grabs her mustard yellow high waist cami top and high waist shorts. Her outfit only left a sliver of flesh between the pants and her top.
"Beverly, are you ready? Jesus, how long days it takes girls to get ready?" "Shut up, Richie!" Beverly smiled, hearing Richie and Eddie. She puts her socks and shoes on and rushes down the stairs. "Hey, guys. What movie were we going to sneak into again?" She asks, grabbing her backpack. "Uh, Pulp Fiction, duh." Richie says in a 'Are you really asking that' tone. "We've seen that movie 50 times, dude!" Eddie rolls his eyes, while Richie makes gun hand motions at Eddie, shooting the 'gun' at Eddie while Eddie went on a rant.
"Pulp Fiction! 'Surprise Motherfucker!" Richie yells interrupting Eddie, Bill walks in the door. "R-Richie, knock it off." He chuckles, he walks up to Beverly. "A-are you ready? You look g-gorgeous."
Beverly blushes, and bites her bottom lip. Bill's speech had been getting better over the years. "Is Stan coming?" She asks, looking around. "You do remember he is the usher, right?" Eddie says, opening his fanny pack to take a pill for his headache as Richie adjusts his glasses. Beverly's bra strap falls off her shoulder, and she quickly fixes it, watching eyes on her.
After the movie, the Losers walked around to the park and sat down on the grass. "So, Beverly. What do you plan on doing for your birthday next week, you will be turning 18." Asked Stanley, who had grown his hair out like Chris Cornell from Soundgarden, his curls faded over time. He would normally just put his hair into a low ponytail. "Hmm... I have some things in mind, my aunt will be working overtime next week at the hospital, so we have some alcohol so we can have our own party." Beverly grins, the others except Stanley grins along.
"What if we get caught with the alcohol, my parents can't know that I was drinking, or at a girl's house..." Stan says worryingly. "Stan the man drinking? Oh man, I would love to see that!" Richie yells out.
Beverly grins, leaning in between Bill's legs with her back against him, their fingers intertwine. Richies look back at them. "I'm guessing you two have done it yet?" Beverly kicks her feet at him. "Beep beep! You do know your name is short for dick, right Richard?" She giggles, the others laugh. "Oh okay, Molly Ringwald wannabe." He rolls his eyes. She glares at him, raising her middle finger to him. "Okay, settle down you two." Everybody got quiet for a few minutes. "Well, I got work early tomorrow, we should get going." Stanley says, stretching his arms out, yawning. The others followed Stanley to his car, a 1992 Ford Taurus Sedan Wagon, his 16th birthday car. The others were more comfortable with their bikes, they didn't have the courage after what happened to Gretta Keene last year, she was involved in a fatal car crash after being drunk behind the wheels after a party. Beverly hated her, but it didn't mean she deserved death. Only Stanley had the courage to get a license and drive his car.
Bill and Beverly walk down the street, holding hands. "I-It's midnight." He says, looking at his watch, pushing his hair back behind his ear. She smiles and blushes, knowing what he is going to do, since he does it every birthday of hers. "H-Happy B-Birthday..." He pulls her in for a kiss, this one was a different, it was deep and had some passion to it. Beverly didn't want it to end, but they were interrupted by cats chasing each other and knocking over a garbage can nearby, scaring both of them.
They kissed once more, shorter this time. He hesitated leaving each other.